04-22-2018, 08:22 PM
(This post was last modified: 04-24-2018, 05:54 PM by Modicum Mortem.)
(Posting lillith on this acc until baby comes since she is a secondary for now.)
She returns when he does, her body drug from the marshes by his dark forces. Disappointment surges through her however when she realizes the bastard has taken throne. Had he slunk into power without her?
His flame.
Too bad. His loss.
She had grown pregnant with the dark god's spawn yet again. A boy. She can feel it stirring within her like maggots, the child gnawing its way into her heart wether she liked it or not.
Just as she was doing with the Sylvan kingdom. She had left after the wraith had , and returned when the clown took throne. She had kept to the shadows and clung to the bases of the mighty trees. Though timing is everything and it is now she decides to come forward. To show herself.
Her own children have come and gone, making their powerful presence known to their father, and it is her turn to show him she is very much so alive.
The painted woman will not call for him, for she knows the man is not dumb. She knows he lurks in the shadows. If he was smart he would have known her coming would be inevitable. If he was smart he would be scared.
She had returned. And she wasnt leaving anytime soon.
She returns when he does, her body drug from the marshes by his dark forces. Disappointment surges through her however when she realizes the bastard has taken throne. Had he slunk into power without her?
His flame.
Too bad. His loss.
She had grown pregnant with the dark god's spawn yet again. A boy. She can feel it stirring within her like maggots, the child gnawing its way into her heart wether she liked it or not.
Just as she was doing with the Sylvan kingdom. She had left after the wraith had , and returned when the clown took throne. She had kept to the shadows and clung to the bases of the mighty trees. Though timing is everything and it is now she decides to come forward. To show herself.
Her own children have come and gone, making their powerful presence known to their father, and it is her turn to show him she is very much so alive.
The painted woman will not call for him, for she knows the man is not dumb. She knows he lurks in the shadows. If he was smart he would have known her coming would be inevitable. If he was smart he would be scared.
She had returned. And she wasnt leaving anytime soon.
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